Salma Ya Salama
(Italian Version: Uomo Di Sabbia)
Composer(s): Jeff Barnel; Jahine Salah
Performer(s): Dalida



Er kam sevara weit in der Sahara
Träumte vom paradies

Von schattigen wegen
Von blumen im regen
Als er seine stadt verliess 
Und er glaubte es zu finden

Salma ya salama
Wo ist da Glück ya salama
Salma ya salama
Ich komm zurück bei salama

Ich komm zurück bei salama
Er zog immer weiter die hoffnug als begleiter
Bis er das wunder sah grosser reichtum wälle
Und der meere welle alles wie zum greifen nah
es war eine lust zu leben

Salma ya salama
Wo ist da Glück ya salama
Salma ya salama
Ich komm zurück bei salama 

Die fata morgana, das spiegelbild seiner träume
Löste sich in Wolken auf was übrigblieb
War sand und wüste und er suchte weiter
Fand den quell der freiheit die für ihn die zukunft war
auf allen seinen wegen

Salma ya salama
Wo ist da Glück ya salama
Salma ya salama 
Ich komm zurück bei salama

Er kam sevara weit in der Sahara
Träumte vom paradies
Von schattigen wegen
Von blumen im regen als er seine stadt verliess 
Und er glaubte es zu finden 

Salma ya salama
Wo ist da Glück ya salama
Salma ya salama 
Ich komm zurück bei salama 

Salma ya salama
Wo ist da Glück ya salama
Salma ya salama 
Ich komm zurück bei salama 

Irish Carol
Composer(s): Bishop Luke Wadding



Christmas Day has come 
Let's prepare for mirth
Which fills the heavens and earth at the amazing birth
Through both the joyous angels in strife and hurry fly
With glory and hosannas 
`All Holy' do they cry
In heaven the Church triumphant adores with all her choirs
The militant on earth with humble faith admires

But why should we rejoice? 
Should we not rather morn
To see the Hope of Nations thus in a stable born?
Where are His crown and scepter
Where is His throne sublime
Where is his train majestic that should the stars outshine?
Is there no sumptuous palace, nor any inn at all
To lodge his heavenly mother but in a filthy stall?

Oh! Cease, ye blessed angels, such clamorous joys to make!
Though midnight silence favors, the shepherds are awake
And you, O glorious star! 
That with new splendor brings
From the remotest parts three learned eastern kings
Turn somewhere else your luster
Your rays elsewhere display
For Herod he may slay the babe and Christ must straight away

If we would then rejoice, let's cancel the old score
And purposing amendment, resolve to sin no more 
For mirth can ne'er content us, without a conscience clear
And thus we'll find true pleasure in all the usual cheer
In dancing, sporting, reveling, with masquerade and drum
So let our Christmas merry be, as Christmas doth become

In Those Twelve Days (aka A New Dial)
(Traditional)



What are they that are but one?
We have one God alone
In heaven above sits on His throne

What are they which are but two?
Two testaments, the old and new
We do acknowledge to be true

What are they which are but three?
Three persons in the Trinity
Which make one God in unity

What are they which are but four
Four sweet Evangelists there are
Christ's birth, life, death which do declare

What are they which are but five?
Five senses, like five kings, maintain
In every man a several reign

What are they which are but six?
Six days to labor is not wrong
For God himself did work so long

What are they which are but seven?
Seven liberal arts hath God sent down
With divine skill man's soul to crown

What are they which are but eight?
Eight Beatitudes are there given
Use them right and go to heaven

What are they which are but nine?
Nine Muses, like the heaven's nine spheres
With sacred tunes entice our ears

What are they which are but ten?
Ten statutes God to Moses gave
Which, kept or broke, do spill or save

What are they which are but eleven?
Eleven thousand virgins did partake
And suffered death for Jesus' sake

What are they which are but twelve?
Twelve are attending on God's son
Twelve make our creed 
The Dial's done

Salma Ya Salama
(Italian Version: Uomo Di Sabbia)
Composer(s): Jeff Barnel; Pierre Delanoé; Jahine Salah
Performer(s): Dalida 
and multiple other artists



Un homme des sables des plaines sans arbres
s'en va de son pays
Au-delà des dunes courir la fortune
Car le paradis pour lui ce n'est qu'un jardin sous la pluie

Salma ya salama je te salue ya salama
Salma ya salama je reviendrai bessalama

Mais l'homme des sables pour faire le voyage
n'a que l'espoir au cœur
Un jour il arrive il touche la rive
Il voit devant lui des fleurs la grande rivière du bonheur

Salma ya salama je te salue ya salama
Salma ya salama je reviendrai bessalama

C'était un mirage Il n'y avait pas de rivière
Et la bonne et riche et douce terre n'était que du sable
Il reprend sa course vers une autre source
Il finira pas trouver le puits de la liberté

Salma ya salama je te salue ya salama
Salma ya salama Salma ya salama
je reviendrai bessalama

Un homme des sables des plaines sans arbres
S'en va de son pays
Au-delà des dunes courir la fortune le seul paradis pour lui
C'était un jardin sous la pluie

Salma ya salama
je te salue ya salama
Salma ya salama je reviendrai bessalama
Salma ya salama
je te salue ya salama
Salma ya salama
je reviendrai bessalama

In The Bleak Midwinter
(Adapted from: Cranham - 1906)
Composer(s): Christina Rossetti
Performer(s): Cliff Richard - 1967
and multiple other artists



In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron
Water like a stone
Snow had fallen, snow on snow
Snow on snow
In the bleak mid-winter
Long ago

Our God, heaven cannot hold him
Nor earth sustain
Heaven and earth shall flee away
When he comes to reign
In the bleak mid-winter
A stable-place sufficed
The Lord God almighty
Jesus Christ

Enough for him, whom cherubim
Worship night and day
A breastful of milk
And a mangerful of hay
Enough for him, whom angels
Fall down before
The ox and ass and camel
Which adore

Angels and archangels
May have gathered there
Cherubim and seraphim
Thronged the air
But only his mother
In her maiden bliss
Worshipped the Belov'd
With a kiss

What can I give him
Poor as I am
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb
If I were a wise man
I would do my part
Yet what I can I give him
Give my heart

Salma Ya Salama
(Italian Version: Uomo Di Sabbia)
Composer(s): Jeff Barnel; Pierre Delanoé; Jahine Salah
Performer(s): Dalida



Fi ed-donia el kebira
We beladha el ketira
Laffeit laffeit laffeit
Wi lamma nadani hobbi el awalani
Sibt kollo we geit we geit 
We fi hodno itramait 
We ghaneit

Salma ya salama 
Rohna we Geina bel-salama 
Salma ya salama 
Rohna we geina bel-salama

Lessa el-hob safi
We lessa el-guaw dafi
We lessa fih amar
We ba'd el-maghareb
Netlamleim fi areb
We yetoul es-sahar es-sahar
We es-samar wel ghona koleina

Salma ya salama 
Rohna we geina bel-salama
Salma ya salama 
Rohna we geina bel-salama

Fih shagara goua
Guineina 'aliha 'alama
Ana yamma kont bafakkar fiha
We basaal yama
Ya tara mawgouda
We albi mahfour fiha
Aiwa mawgouda
We albi mahfour fiha 

Salma ya salama 
Rohna we geina bel-salama
Salma ya salama 
Rohna we geina bel-salama

Fi ed-donia el kebira
We beladha el ketira
Laffeit laffeit laffeit
Wi lamma nadani hobbi el awalani
Sibt kollo we geit we geit 
We fi hodno itramait 
We ghaneit

Salma ya salama 
Rohna we Geina bel-salama 
Salma ya salama 
Rohna we geina bel-salama
Salma ya salama 
Rohna we Geina bel-salama 
Salma ya salama 
Rohna we geina bel-salama 

In Love On Christmas
Composer(s): Rory Bennett; K.C. Hailey; Jo-Jo Hailey
Performer(s): *NSync



Jingle bells jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Jingle bells jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Jingle bells jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Jingle bells jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Christmas time is so special (special special)
When you're kissing me (under the, under the) under the mistletoe
Exchanging loving gifts
Sitting in front of the tree
Me holding you and you holding me
Wishing I pray to be in love on Christmas
Because Christmas love gives me that feeling
Wishing I pray to be in love on Christmas
Because everybody should be in love with somebody on Christmas
Last year, Christmas
It happened without us (out us, out us)
I was all mixed up and confused
I didn't know what to do baby (what to do babe)
I never thought I'd feel this way
I always thought that Christmas was a happy day
I always prayed that Santa'd pack love
On his sleigh and send it my way
Wishing I pray to be in love on Christmas
Because Christmas love gives me that feeling
Wishing I pray to be in love on Christmas
Because everybody should be in love with somebody on Christmas
What a beautiful time
(Oh what a beautiful time it is) Time it is
A time to open gifts, and play with all the kids
Yes, it's Christmas (Yes, it's Christmas)
Yes, it's Christmas time again (Christmas time again)
Girl I love you (girl I love you baby)
Yes, I love you (yes I love you baby)
It's Christmas time again (oh)
To be in love on Christmas (girl I love you baby, yes I love you baby)
What a beautiful time it is
Happy time to open gifts
Yes now it's Christmas time
And I am yours
And you are mine
Oh when you're kissin' me
Right under my Christmas tree
Baby come close to me
Cuz this is how it should be!
Wishing I pray to be in love on Christmas
Because Christmas love gives me that feeling
Wishing I pray to be in love on Christmas
Because everybody should be in love with somebody on Christmas
(Grandmamma, with my granddaddy
And my momma and my daddy I'm with you on Christmas)

Sally, Go 'Round The Roses 
(French Version: Rose Parmi Les Roses - 1963)
Composer(s): Zell Sanders; Lona Spector
First release by: The Jaynetts - 1963
Covered by multiple other artists



Sally go round the roses (sally go round the roses)
Sally go round the roses (sally go round the pretty roses)
Hope this place can't hurt you (hope this place can't hurt you)
Roses they can't hurt you (roses they can't hurt you)
Sally don't you go, don't you go downtown
Sally don't you go-o, don't you go downtown
Saddest thing in the whole wide world
Is see your baby with another girl
Sally go round, oh Sally don't you go
Sally don't you go, Don't you go downtown
Oh, don't you go downtown
Saddest thing in the whole wide world
See your baby with another girl
Sally go round the roses (Sally go round the roses)
Sally go round the roses (Sally go round the pretty roses)
They won't tell your secret (they won't tell your secret)
They won't tell your secret, Oh no won't tell your secret
Sally baby cry, let your hair hang down
Sally baby cry, let your hair hang down
Sit and cry with the door closed
Sit and cry so no one knows
Sally baby cry, let your hair hang down
Sally baby cry, let your hair hang down
Saddest thing in the whole wide world
See your baby with another girl
Sally go round the roses (Sally go round the roses)
Sally go round the roses (Sally go round the pretty roses)
Sally go round the roses (Sally go round the pretty roses)

Sally go round the roses (Sally go round the pretty roses) 

In Excelsis Gloria
(Traditional)



When Christ was born of Mary free
In Bethlehem in that fair city
Angels sung e'er with mirth and glee
In excelsis gloria
In excelsis gloria
In excelsis gloria
In excelsis gloria

Herdsmen beheld these angels bright
To them appeared with great light
And said, "God's son is born this night"
In excelsis gloria
In excelsis gloria
In excelsis gloria
In excelsis gloria

This King is come to save His kind
In the Scripture as we find
Therefore this song we have in mind
In excelsis gloria
In excelsis gloria
In excelsis gloria
In excelsis gloria

Then, dear Lord, for Thy great grace
Grant us the bliss to see Thy face
Where we may sing to Thy solace
In excelsis gloria
In excelsis gloria
In excelsis gloria
In excelsis gloria

Rose Parmi Les Roses
(Adapted from: Sally, Go 'Round The Roses - 1963)
Composer(s): Zell Sanders; Lona Spector; Jacques Plante 
Performer(s): Richard Anthony - 1963



(Elle s'appelle Rose)
Elle s'appelle Rose
(Elle cueille des roses)
Elle cueille des roses
(Roses de septembre)
Ont fleuri sa chambre
(Roses couleur d'ambre)
Roses rouges pour sa chambre

Tu ne sais donc pas
Tu ne sais donc plus
Qu'il ne viendra pas
Qu'il ne viendra plus
Tu attends celui qui t'aimait
Mais qui ne reviendra plus jamais

(Fleurs du jardin)
Ô fleurs du jardin
(Ne lui dites rien)
Ne lui dites rien
(Ne lui dites rien)
Non, non, ne lui dites rien
(Ne lui dites rien)
Oh non
Elle croit qu'il vient tout à l'heure
Comme avant, la serrer sur son c?ur

(Elle s'appelle Rose)
Elle s'appelle Rose
(Elle cueille des roses)
Elle cueille des roses
(Roses de l'automne)
Roses pour personne
(Roses qui s'étonnent)
Qu'on les cueille pour personne

Tu ne sais donc pas
Tu ne sais donc plus
Qu'il ne viendra pas
Qu'il ne viendra plus
Tu attends celui qui t'aimait
Mais qui ne reviendra plus jamais

(Fleurs du jardin)
Ô fleurs du jardin
(Ne lui dites rien)
Ne lui dites rien
(Ne lui dites rien)
Non, non, ne lui dites rien
(Ne lui dites rien)
Oh non
Chaque jour, elle va fleurir
Un amour qui ne veut pas mourir

(Elle s'appelle Rose) 
(Elle s'appelle Rose)
(Elle s'appelle Rose) 
(Elle s'appelle Rose)
(Elle s'appelle Rose)

In Dulci Jubilo
(Traditional)



In dulci jubilo
In dulci jubilo
Nun singet und seid froh!
Unsers Herzens Wonne
Leit in praesepio
Und leuchtet als die Sonne
Matris in gremio
Alpha es et O 
Alpha es et O!

O Jesu parvule
Nach dir ist mir so weh!
Tröst mir mein Gemüte
O puer optime
Durch alle deine Güte
O princeps gloriae
Trahe me post te 
Trahe me post te!

O Patris caritas!
O Nati lenitas!
Wir wären all verloren
Per nostra crimina
So hat er uns erworben
Coelorum gaudia
Eia, wären wir da 
Eia, wären wir da!

Ubi sunt gaudia
Nirgend mehr denn da!
Da die Engel singen
Nova cantica,
Und die Schellen klingen
In regis curia
Eia, wären wir da
Eia, wären wir da!

Sally Simpson
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
First release: The Who - 1969



Outside the house Mr. Simpson announced
that Sally couldn't go to the meeting
He went on cleaning his blue Rolls Royce
and she ran inside weeping
She got to her room and tears splashed the picture
of the new Messiah
She picked up a book of her fathers life
and threw it on the fire!

She knew from the start
Deep down in her heart
That she and Tommy were worlds apart
But her Mother said never mind your part...
Is to be what you'll be

The theme of the sermon was come unto me
Love will find a way
So Sally decided to ignore her dad
and sneak out anyway!
She spent all afternoon getting ready
and decided she'd try to touch him
Maybe he'd see that she was free
and talk to her this Sunday

She knew from the start
Deep down in her heart
That she and Tommy were worlds apart
But her Mother said never mind your part...
Is to be what you'll be

She arrived at six and the place was swinging
to gospel music by nine
Group after group appeared on the stage
and Sally just sat there crying
She bit her nails looking pretty as a picture
right in the very front row
And then a DJ wearing a blazer with a badge
ran on and said 'here we go!'

The crowd went crazy
As Tommy hit the stage!
Little Sally got lost as the police bossed
The crowd back in a rage!

But soon the atmosphere was cooler
as Tommy gave a lesson
Sally just had to let him know she loved him
and leapt up on the rostrum!
She ran cross stage to the spotlit figure
and touched him on the face
Tommy whirled around as a uniformed man
threw her of the stage

She knew from the start
Deep down in her heart
That she and Tommy were worlds apart
But her Mother said never mind your part...
Is to be what you'll be
Her cheek hit a chair and blood trickled down
mingling with her tears
Tommy carried on preaching
and his voice filled Sally's ear
She caught his eye she had to try
but couldn't see through the lights
Her face was gashed and the ambulance men
had to carry her out that night

The crowd went crazy
As Tommy left the stage!
Little Sally was lost for the price of a touch
And a gash across her face! 
OOoooh

Sixteen stitches put her right and her Dad said
'don't say I didn't warn yer'
Sally got married to a rock musician
she met in California
Tommy always talks about the day
the disciples all went wild!
Sally still carries a scar on her cheek
to remind her of his smile

She knew from the start
Deep down in her heart
That she and Tommy were worlds apart
But her Mother said never mind your part...
Is to be what you'll be

In Dieser Nacht
(English & Welsh Versions: All Through The Night (by Jules Shear) - 1983; Ar Hyd Y Nos (by Nana Mouskouri))
Composer(s): Composer(s): Jules Shear
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri



Wo sich bunte Träume drehen
In dieser Nacht
Die in Zärtlichkeit entstehen
In dieser Nacht
Werden wir uns wiederfinden
Wenn Gedanken uns verbinden
Ist die Liebe neu erwacht
In dieser Nacht
Wo der Wind die Wolken küsst
Die er uns bringt
Wo das Lied zu Hause ist
Das nieder klingt
Werden wir uns wiedersehen
Wenn wir schweigend uns verstehen
Ist die Liebe neu erwacht
In dieser Nacht
Wo die Worte Hoffnung bringen
Und Zuversicht
Wo Gefühle leise schwingen
Leuchtet das Licht
Das uns schein wohin wir gehen
Wenn wir es im Dunkeln sehen
Ist die Liebe neu erwacht
In dieser Nacht

Sally Ann (You're Such A Pretty Baby)
Composer(s): Paul Vance; Lee Pockriss
Performer(s): The Cufflinks



Sally Ann (You're such a pretty baby)
Smile, Sally Ann, smile, Sally Ann, smile
On a rainy night
At the crack of dawn
A little baby cried
And Sally Ann was born
She grew prettier every day
And I remember what I used to say

Sally Ann you're such a pretty baby
Sally Ann you're such a pretty child
You create a little bit of sunshine
Every time you smile

Sally Ann smile, Sally Ann smile

As the years went by
Sally Ann and I
Promised to be true
Till the day we die
We kept pledging our love each day
And I remember what I used to say

Sally Ann you're such a pretty baby
Sally Ann you're such a pretty child
You create a little bit of sunshine
Every time you smile

Then one lonely night
As I passed her door
Sally Ann was there
And this is what I saw
She was giving her love away
And I remember what I heard him say

(repeat twice) 

In A Christmas Dream
Composer(s): Walter Hyatt
Performer(s): Tish Hinijosa



In a Christmas dream I see children's eyes 
That ask of love from you and me
People being kind to each other
Neighbors treating strangers just like brothers

In a Christmas dream I hear voices 
Singing carols sweet and clear
Peace on earth, good will to man
I'm so glad to hear that song again

Christmas time comes but once a year
Let it fill our hearts, let it linger there
Peace on earth, Christmas time is here
Let it be the dream we all can share

In a Christmas dream I hear angels
Saying brush away the fear
Hope is burning with a steady flame
I'm so hoping your dream is the same

Christmas time comes but once a year
Let it fill our hearts, let it linger there
Peace on earth, Christmas time is here
Let it be the dream we all can share

Sally
Composer(s): Mark Farner
Performer(s): Grand Funk Railroad



Oh little Sally, you know I love you baby
Sally, I said I love you baby
Sally ... it's alright, it's alright

Remember girl when we both was younger
It was the days we had so much fun girl
Rememberin' all of our childhood days, yeah
We had our fun in so many ways

You know I would have loved you anyway
It ain't just something I just had to say
Don't let them tell you that you're not my kind
Sally, Sally, Sally tell them you're mine, mine, mine

Sally ... yeah
Oh little Sally, I said I love you baby
Sally, I said I love you baby
Sally ... it's alright

You know I would have loved you anyway
It ain't just something I just had to say
Don't let them tell you that you're not my kind
Sally, Sally, Sally tell them you're mine, mine, mine

Oh little Sally, you know I love you baby
Sally, I love you baby
Sally ... it's alright, it's alright
It's alright

Oh little Sally, you know I love you baby
Sally ...
Sally ... it's alright, it's alright
It's alright
It's alright

I'm Walking Backwards For Christmas
Composer(s): Tony Carbone; Spike Milligan
Performer(s): The Goons



I'm walking backwards for Christmas
Across the Irish Sea
I'm walking backwards for Christmas
It's the only thing for me

I've tried walking sideways
And walking to the front
But people just look at me
And say it's a publicity stunt

I'm walking backwards for Christmas
To prove that I love you

An immigrant lad, loved an Irish colleen
From Dublin Galway Bay
He longed for her arms
But she spurned his charms
And sailed o'er the foam away

She left the lad by himself, on his own
All alone, a-sorrowing
And sadly he dreamed, or at least that's the
way it seemed, buddy
That an angel quieted him....
An angel quieted the same

I'm walking backwards for Christmas
Across the Irish Sea
I'm walking backwards for Christmas
It's the finest thing for me

And so I've tried walking sideways
And walking to the front
But people just laughed, and said
"It's a publicity stunt"

So I'm walking backwards for Christmas
To prove that I love you

Sally
Composer(s): Will E. Haines; Harry Leon; Leo Towers
Performer(s): Gracie Fields



Sally, Sally don’t ever wander
Away from the alley and me
Sally, Sally marry me Sally
And happy forever I’ll be
When skies are blue you’re beguiling
And when they’re grey you’re still smiling, smiling
Sally, Sally pride of our alley
You’re more than the whole world to me

The skies were blue when I met you, Sally
You were my gal, my little pal, so true
You came along, made life a song, Sally
If I lost you I wonder what I’d do

Sally, Sally don’t ever wander
Away from the alley and me
Sally, Sally marry me Sally
And happy forever I’ll be
When skies are blue you’re beguiling
And when they’re grey you’re still smiling, smiling
Sally, Sally pride of our alley
You’re more than the whole world to me

I’m Trimming My Christmas Tree With Teardrops
Composer(s): Ernest Tubb; Frank Team
Performer(s): Ernest Tubb



I'm Trimming My Christmas Tree With Teardrops
I’m crying ‘cause my darling’s far away
Since she sent back my presents and said we had to part
A million icy snowflakes have fallen on my heart

I’m throwing dreams into the fire
And watching as they burn and disappear
I'm Trimming My Christmas Tree With Teardrops
There’ll be no Merry Christmas this year

I’m throwing dreams into the fire
And watching as they burn and disappear
I'm Trimming My Christmas Tree With Teardrops
There’ll be no Merry Christmas this year

Sally (Don't You Grieve)
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie
Performer(s): Woody Guthrie
and multiple other artists



I just got my army call
And I run down to the army hall
Sally come a-runnin' like a cannonball
And I told her not to grieve after me

It's-a when I'm gone, Sally, don't you grieve
It's-a when I'm gone, Sally, don't you grieve
It's-a when I'm gone, Sally, don't you grieve
And I told her not to grieve after me

I'm a-gonna cross that ocean wide
Army rifle by my side
When Hitler's beat you can be my bride
But I told her not to grieve after me

I'm a-gonna jump in a flyin' machine
A-loaded full of this-a TNT
Stop old Hitler what I mean
And I told her not to grieve after me

A souvenir I'll send to you
Send Hirohito and Hitler, too
That's about all one feller can do
But I told her not to grieve after me

Sally, get a job and save your pay
Work your best for the U.S.A.
Write me a letter 'bout ever' day
And I told her not to grieve after me

If a blackout comes to the old home town
Sally, won't you pull your curtains down
If a shade goes up and a ship goes down
I told her not to grieve after me